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Post by Gavril Romanov on Jul 31, 2008 22:33:33 GMT -5
His last class was a success. The majority of his students were able to transfigure their brooms into something that resembled a snake if not an actual snake. That was something, at least. This time, he would give them something a bit easier, instead of changing an inanimate object into a living one, or one thats supposed to be alive. (As he remembered that some of his students only transfigured the broomstick into a wooden snake, or in one case, a length of rope.) It was a start, and he had high hopes. As he strolled through the corridors, with an exceptional pep to his step, he entered his classroom, flourishing his wand at the board.
"Professor Gavril Konstantin Romanov" imprinted itself on the board in blue chalk, and with another flick "Scutulum" appeared right underneath. Making his way to his desk, he took a seat behind it and waited patiently for his students to arrive. Almost forgetting to prepare their desks for the lesson, he swished and flicked his wand at a small box beside his desk that he had brought previously, causing the contents, several large, ceramic dinner plates, to rise up out of the box and float over to each desk until there was enough sufficient for his students. He leaned back in his chair, going through the motions of how he would proceed through his lesson, hoping that his students would both find it likable and useful.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Aug 4, 2008 0:40:22 GMT -5
D'rorah made her way into the Transfiguration classroom quietly. She eyed the plates placing themselves on the desks as the entered. Then, without a moment of hesitation, she selected a seat at the very front of the room. Her bag was quietly placed aside underneath her chair after she had withdrawn her notebook along with quill and ink for the lesson.
She wrote the word "Scutulum" at the head of her paper, pondering it for a moment. In her head, it called to memory an astronomy lesson. Scutulum was a star in the constellation Carina. Obviously, there must be some other meaning to the word though if it were on the board for a transfiguration class. She was secretly pleased, it would be a delight to learn a new spell today. Perhaps it might even help her with her upcoming NEWTs.
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Post by Katherine Knightswood on Aug 4, 2008 10:22:52 GMT -5
Katherine arrived at the Transfigurations classroom, eager to start learning more. She'd made sure her uniform was spotless, her quills sharpened, and her books together. She entered the classroom with a bit of trepidation, once again expecting to be the youngest person present. To her relief, she saw the only the Professor and her Housemate D'rorah were there ahead of her.
Katherine chose a seat one row over from D'rorah, right up in front. She liked to be able to see the board and the Professor clearly. She stowed her books under the seat, got out a sheet of parchment, and jotted down the word 'scutulm' from the board. The word had a familiar ring to it, and then Katherine made the connection. All those Latin texts she'd been reading! The word was similar to the Latin word for 'shield'. Katherine eyed the plate on her desk. Maybe they were going to make shields out of the plates? The young Ravenclaw smiled with barely suppressed excitement, and waited for the class to start.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Aug 4, 2008 15:28:42 GMT -5
Probably one of the down sides of school, attending classes. Bryan didn't have anything against class but there were some days when one just didn't want to do anything. Unfortunately, today wasn't one of those days but rather one where he just didn't want to go to class. There were things he could easily do instead. However, the Gryffindor was not one to miss class so he headed off at a leisure pace until he entered the Transfiguration classroom. His eyes glanced briefly at the bored before looking at the other occupants of the room.
He smiled briefly to the two Ravenclaws, even though he only knew one of them, before he took a seat at the side of room in the second row. He chose his seat almost at random. He pulled out of his belongings, enough to be able to jot down the subject of the lesson before he leaned back in his chair and drew his sketch book on to his lap, the pencil coming from behind his left ear to his left hand before he started to draw.
Bryan did not give the subject of the lesson any thought, aside from writing it down. Instead, he waited patiently for the start of the lesson, so that he would learn what it was.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Aug 6, 2008 22:05:56 GMT -5
He was groggy as ever, but ready for Transfiguration. It was his favorite class, and he was very eager to jump back into getting good grades and excelling in his wand-work, however, with this new version of his wand, he wasn't sure how well his control would be. Oddly enough he remembered how Dylan spoke to him of the Chimaera Scale core that day he went in to purchase a new one after his old one had been savagely snapped in two by the loathsome Gat Soldier. Apparently the Chimaera Scale acts a bit temperamental at first, but Alessandro was confident that he would whip this new wand into shape.
He walked briskly through the lower corridors, straightening his uniform as he walked, his messenger back bumping against his right thigh rhythmically in sync with his strides. To make himself a bit more comfortable, he began to roll up his sleeves and loosen his house tie, then unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. Feeling much better, he pulled out his wand and examined it in the last few moments he had until he reached the transfiguration classroom. It wasn't as intricate as his last one, but it was elegant, and dark, with a subtle stripe that wrapped around the shaft, making it almost look similar to either an Erumpant horn or a Unicorn's horn. He felt the electric feeling surge through him as he focused on the wand, realizing that it may be a very fitting wand for him after all, as his prior wand gave him the same feeling. Finally approaching the classroom, he pushed through the door and entered the class.
Taking a look at the students present, D'rorah, Katherine, and a Gryffindor boy he hadn't met, he sent them all a general nod, and let his eyes linger a moment longer on D'rorah, feeling waves of appreciation for her beginning to blossom within his core. In auto-pilot, he allowed his feet to bring him to a desk in the front row, next to the first year Ravenclaw as he surveyed the board. Scutulum. He plopped down in his seat, setting his bag down at his feet and pulled out a quill and piece of parchment. Careful not to knock over the elegant dinner plate, he set his parchment down and headed his paper with the latin word on the chalkboard.
"Hullo Professor Romanov. You must be fairly new, for I don't quite remember you earlier on in the year." Alessandro mused as he studied the new Transfiguration professor. Glancing down at his dinner plate, he picked it up and examined it, feeling its texture and sturdiness. Part of the transfiguration process, in Alessandro's opinion, was being able to understand and identify clearly what an object is comprised of before manipulating it to shift into a different form of matter. As he continued to examine his plate, his eyes darted back up to the board at the word "Scutulum". He smirked as the word struck a chord in his mind.
Of course...this could be quite useful. He thought as he realized what they were probably going to be doing in class.
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Post by scarlettcooper on Aug 6, 2008 23:15:19 GMT -5
While Scarlett finally felt she was developing an understanding of the castle, she still had a good deal of trouble finding classrooms. There was no pattern to there placement. There was no classrooms floor or anything. So any class she had not yet attended, she was at a loss when it came to locating. However, she did now have a methodical approach of finding her classrooms.
Her luck had been increasing however. Today she began her search at the Great Hall. Hoping she was right in assuming there were no classrooms on the ground floor, she made her way up to the first floor. After rediscovering the library, she found a classroom door open. Peeking in, she could not believe that she'd managed to so quickly find her Transfiguration classroom! Perhaps she truly was getting better at this.
Scarlett entered the room and observed the words on the board. It had the professor's name and the word "Scutulum." Scanning the room, she noticed plates on each other the desks. She also noticed that there were very few students present. Three students sat together in the front row. Her knowledge of the houses and the traits they were known for had also increased and so she guessed they must be the Ravenclaws. The only other person in the room was a boy from her house who sat off to the side in the second row.
It was getting quite irritating to have no one to sit with. Biting back a sigh, she turned to the professor. "Hello, Professor," she greeted. "I'm Scarlett Cooper. I just transferred here." She couldn't wait until all of her first lessons in already started classes were over with. A small sigh escaping her lips, she asked, "Are there any lessons you'd like me to make up?"
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Post by lydianowan on Aug 7, 2008 21:13:29 GMT -5
Giving a small laugh as she waved goodbye to one of her friends, Lydia turned around happily and headed in the direction of her Transfiguration classroom. She walked confidently, the air she moved through causing her long, wavy, blonde hair to bounce slightly as she moved inadvertently. The smile she wore before was still present, and Lydia's left hand casually rested upon her bag. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure as she acknowledged the presence of other students she passed in the hallway by presenting them with a friendly smile or occasionally a wave. She was in a fine mood, and as far as she was concerned, no one could change that. She, of course, had made a particular effort not to be late today. Lydia herself was aware of her bad behavioral habits when it came to academics and she was trying to improve on herself...at least a little. She had her share of tardies in many classes, Transfiguration being one of them, and knew she needed to get a little more on task. So, smiling as she walked, she headed toward her classroom, quite pleased with herself that she was undoubtedly going to be on time. Feeling something of physical irritation by her collar, her left arm extended to her neck to adjust her collar while she continued to walk. Quickly the problem was fixed and her smile reappeared. Obviously she had been doing something that required a great deal of physical activity today, or simply had not taken the time to fit her clothing properly, as her uniform portrayed a free and athletic look; not fitting tightly as it should. However, Lydia preferred it this way, as a reflection of her personality. She did not like feeling restricted by her uniform and often found uncomfortable. By now she had reached the door, quite pleased that she was indeed on time. Of course, Lydia was not late every day, but it did feel nice to know that her task had been accomplished. She smiled once more as she made eye contact with Professor Ramanov. "Good morning, Professor." She said sincerely as her eyes dwindled on the person that he had been talking to; she quickly realized that it was the girl she had met in the library. She had found Scarlet quite nice and fun...until she had suddenly, unexpectedly left the conversation. Lydia thought that perhaps it had been her own mentioning of her fun-loving ways that had driven her away, but still hoped that they could still be on friendly terms. Happy to see her, Lydia waved to the girl with a friendly smile before turning around to look for a seat. She recognized Bryan from Gryffindor and made her way over by him. She finally decided to settle with a seat across the isle from him. "Hello." She said simply as she set her things down and pulled out paper and a quill. She quickly jotted down "Scutulum" on the top of the paper. She then smiled and looked over at him again before looking back at the board. ((OOC: I don't know what day it is on this thread...so if it's really in the afternoon, just pretend she said "Good afternoon." ))
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Post by Gavril Romanov on Aug 7, 2008 21:37:26 GMT -5
Behind the confines of his desk, he sat, waiting for his students to filter in. Sure enough, Ravenclaw was the first house present, followed by Gryffindor. He had heard rumors about each of the houses, about the behaviors that were generally characteristic of each student assigned to them. Ravenclaws were those of mental aptitude and knowledge, Gryffindors were bold and brave with good hearts and sometimes troublemakers, Slytherins were the cunning, calculating bunch not afraid to sell out their best friends to get ahead, and Hufflepuff were generally loyal and well rounded individuals.
He sat back and watched as the first student, a Ravenclaw prefect, succeeded by a first year Ravenclaw, both female, enter the room and select their front row seats. Neither of them said a word. Then, a Gryffindor boy came through, selecting a seat a little further back and began sketching. He, like the first two, said nothing. The third student to enter, another Ravenclaw, entered the room and sat down next to the other two, and then addressed the professor.
"Yes, I am fairly new here. From Russia. Your gracious Headmistress was happy to take me on as the Transfiguration teacher, as I understand there have been some staffing issues recently. Perplexing really, why anyone wouldn't want to teach at the renowned Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is beyond me..." He said eying his students as if they each knew the secret.
Then, two more students entered the room, Gryffindors, both female. The first student stopped and declared her existence at Hogwarts as being new, followed by asking if there were any assignments that he wanted her to make up. He briskly shook his head "No."
"Welcome Scarlett, I too am new. Please take a seat, there will be no make up work. We shall all progress together from here on out." He said gesturing toward the rows of seats. The second Gryffindor girl had come in and greeted him sincerely, then took a seat next to the Gryffindor boy. He simply nodded to her and then stood up from his desk after Scarlett found her seat for the class period. He decided to commence class, and if anyone came in after he had begun, he would let it slide the first time, but the next time there would be house points deducted.
"Alright, It looks like we've got a fairly good number of you to begin. Now, I am Professor Gavril Konstantin Romanov. I hail from Russia, I attended Durmstrang with top marks, and went onto university to study teaching. I also studied languages as well as other non-magical related academia. Now that we've got that part out of the way, who can tell me what the root of this word is, what language it's from, and potentially what we'll be doing today?" He asked the class, his hands clasping together in front of him.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Aug 7, 2008 21:44:15 GMT -5
D'rorah's listened without looking up to the Professor's greetings to the other students. There was something oddly soothing about his voice... perhaps it was the detection of an accent that intrigued her. She wondered further about the languages he had happened to study, as he mentioned them in his introduction. He began the class simply, immediately engaging the students with a question. Silently, D'rorah's hand rose into the air. Languages were certainly her forte, so she could easily hear the root within the proposed lesson.
Not crude enough to call out before she was called upon, she waited to see if she might be selected to answer the question. One way or another, it mattered little to her whether she was selected or not. She had simply always been instructed by her father to never shy away from offering an answer when she knew it. As she waited, her other hand continued along with her quill, writing away as though that part of her body were somewhat disconnected from the class.
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Post by scarlettcooper on Aug 7, 2008 22:13:01 GMT -5
Scarlett was relieved when Lydia entered the classroom after her. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched her sit down next to the Gryffindor boy. Turning her full attention back to Professor Romanov, she watched him shake his head "no" in response to her question.
"Welcome Scarlett, I too am new," he told her. "Please take a seat, there will be no make up work. We shall all progress together from here on out."
Scarlett smiled and nodded, hurrying over to the empty seat next to Lydia. As she sat down, the professor stood up. She flashed Lydia a quick smile as she took her things out of her bag.
"Alright, It looks like we've got a fairly good number of you to begin," the professor decided. "Now, I am Professor Gavril Konstantin Romanov. I hail from Russia, I attended Durmstrang with top marks, and went onto university to study teaching. I also studied languages as well as other non-magical related academia. Now that we've got that part out of the way, who can tell me what the root of this word is, what language it's from, and potentially what we'll be doing today?"
Scarlett opened her notebook and began to copy the word from the board. She'd barely begun the word, when she saw a hand in the front row up to answer the professor's question. She was shocked, but relieved. "Scutulum" meant nothing to her and with a hand already up, she doubted the professor would call on her at random.
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Post by kairava on Aug 7, 2008 23:03:30 GMT -5
His book bag at his side, Kai ran frantically for the transfigurations classroom. Somewhere he had taken a wrong turn and had lost himself down a corroder before finding his way again. Being late to class was not something that Kai normally let happen. This time however, he could not figure out when his mind had slipped and had stopped paying attention to where he was going. So there he was, leather soled shoes quietly swooshing across the ground and his gloved hands holding his book bag against him so to not bounce chaotically or lose books to the floor.
Seeing the doorway, Kai slowed down to a walk so that he would not disturb the class that he could only assume had started. Taking a few steps he remembered to wipe the perspiration off of his brow with his sleeve. As he got closer he heard the professor speaking and new that his suspicions where correct. “Wonderful… only the second class and I’m late,” he thought to himself annoyingly. Entering into the classroom, he stood quietly and unobtrusive awaiting permission to join the class.
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Post by Silren Chalis on Aug 7, 2008 23:05:10 GMT -5
Turning her head away from a painting of a woman sitting upon a throne with a powerful visage, Silren pondered what it felt like to hold so much power. “There will come a day that she will even envy me,” she thought against the woman in the painting. Taking her first step towards the transfiguration class, her foot caught on chip in the ground and Silren almost tumbled to the ground and would have if it was not for her instincts that quickly kicked in. Before she fell even a few inches her body lifted off the ground and she spun limply and shifted her axis until she was upright once again. Landing on the ground Silren stomped her foot once before continuing towards the room.
Walking casually up to the classroom entrance, as she had stopped running once she realized she was late, she saw the same older Hufflepuff from Professor O’Neill’s class standing in the doorway. Taking her usual moment, Silren smoothed her dress and adjusted her hair slightly before pushing past the Hufflepuff to stand in front on him and slightly to the side. Silently she joined the older and quite attractive boy, in waiting for the professor to acknowledge and accept them. Authority was one thing that she never argued with unless it was absolutely needed.
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Post by parisnowan on Aug 9, 2008 1:09:33 GMT -5
Walking at a quickened pace, Paris ran her left finger through her hair to smoothen it out. Quite frankly, she inwardly dreaded the concept of being late, yet, at the same time, showed no visible signs of it. Her narcissistic smile in tact, she presented herself with an aurora of confidence. Paris was not the ideal student; sometimes getting out of line and allowing her over bearing self-confidence to effect her academic performance. However, she tried not to get bad grades or let her behavior result in discipline. She saw the purpose of education, and generally put her effort into classes. Only occasionally would she get scolded by professors, but she tried to never go as far as to behave in such a way that she would receive detention....
However, now, she was late. In the back of her mind she told herself not to worry; then her and confidence took over and she found herself justifying the situation. It was not her fault that she had got held up back with her friends...and she was only a few minutes late, right? And even so, it didn't matter much. It was merely one tardy...She approached the doorway, finding two other individuals already there as well. She was pleased to see that she was not the only one who had arrived past the hour; however shortly after the hour it really was.
However, as she walked inward, she saw her spitting image, Lydia, sitting contently and looking up at the board. She found this site extremely unpleasant, as it was usually the other way around. Lydia was supposed to be the one walking in absent mindedly; not her. Lydia was the girl who foolishly arrived late to class on several occasions or schemed of ways to ditch class all together. Paris never sunk to such level; another reason, she told herself, that she held superiority over her look-a-like.
She too waited for the Professor to acknowledge her, although she did not want to wait too long as to perhaps provoke him. If he did not acknowledge her quickly, she would simply take a seat and start taking notes. She'd found that many professors were different and some were easily irritated; the site of three teenagers standing at the doorway would only be an outlet for such aggravation. However, this Professor was fairly new, so she did not know what to make of him yet.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Aug 9, 2008 4:02:31 GMT -5
Entering the Transfiguration classroom with an emotionless expression on his features, he quickly side-stepped the three students halted in the doorway and nearly blocking it completely. Casting them a slightly annoyed look, he proceeded to the seat directly behind D'rorah in a very purposeful way. "Morning, Professor," he said quietly, nodding to him apologetically and taking his seat.
He didn't bother to offer Professor Romanov his small late note; it couldn't have been more than five or so minutes after the class had started. After waking up early this morning, not very rested mind, and trudging down to the Great Hall where he had largely been a recluse and pushed the food on his plate around a bit, he had ventured to the Hospital Wing for some headache relief. The Nurse, after Dylan had assured her he would not need a late note, had given him one anyway.
His eyes moving, of course, to the woman in front of him, he sighed lightly before pulling his parchment and writing equipment from the depths of his backpack. After everything that had happened between them recently, he had found himself far too hesitant to sit beside her and ultimately decided that he would only continue to feel uncomfortable for the entire lesson. He didn't want D'rorah to have to be distracted by him all lesson, nor to be plagued by their most recent encounters; so in the second row he sat, tracing what he assumed was the title of the lesson onto the header of his parchment.
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Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Aug 9, 2008 14:14:32 GMT -5
((Cait and Tommy might be late, and will be, but I just can’t see Kerridon arriving after a class has started. So... he was here the whole time...? *hopeful smile* ))
Kerridon left the Ravenclaw common room a little later than he did usually for classes. He’d been very caught up in a book written during and about a series of witch trials in a small Yorkshire town. The idea of tracking down and killing magical folk just because they were magical was fascinating, if quite disturbing, to him. He supposed it was no different to Voldemort’s campaign against muggles and muggleborns, except that wizards and witches had easily survived what they were subjected to all those centuries ago. He’d killed people before, but never because of their magical blood or lack of. For the most part they were people who were fighting back and would have killed them had he given them a chance, or who would have exposed him while spying – which would in turn, probably lead to his own demise. Although... there were a few people, way back at the beginning of his training. Muggles; the first people he used the Unforgivables on, as a means of showing his father what he was capable of. A twinge of guilt swam through him at the memory, but he quickly brushed it away. He’d made his choices years ago, not knowing what the most significant consequence would turn out to be – it was impossible to turn back on it now, even if he wanted to. He could hardly get more damned than he likely already was. Besides, in a few years Dark Phoenix would probably have won. Then he could be left alone, without having to worry about lightfighters or wars... he hoped.
Entering the class in a sombre mood, Kerridon took a seat at the back of the room, not paying much attention to the other occupants. He retrieved all he’d need from the bag and scratched out the title at the top of a clean sheet of parchment. He wasn’t aware of having used the spell before – it should be nice to learn something new.
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