Ivy Halliwell
Slytherin
[green]7th year Slytherin[/green]
Posts: 17
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Post by Ivy Halliwell on Jul 6, 2009 1:24:42 GMT -5
(If it’s alright, I’m going to assume this D.A.D.A class is during the Monday slot, 3:15 - 4:30pm. If not, I’ll be happy to mod. ) Potions class had been a breeze. If there was one class that she didn’t really mind at all, it was Potions. Feeling like she had some inherent knack for it, she was able to make the simplest potions with ease, moving up to the more intricate ones-- and still was able to receive perfect results. Perhaps it was because of this reason that Caira had instructed her to begin working on a special potion that Dark Phoenix believed would benefit their cause. The Felix Felicis potion was similar to the Polyjuice potion, in the respect of time taken to brew. Since it was a particularly banned substance due to the nature of it’s effects if it were to be brewed incorrectly, Ivy had some work to do in Nocturne Alley, doing her best to procure said recipe because there was not one to reference in the whole of Hogwarts. The ingredients were trickier as she had to obtain Acromantula venom and nearly got caught by Zane Bishop. Next on her list would be the Mackled Malaclaw. That would prove to be a tricky ingredient to obtain due to its habitation, the shoreline, meaning she would need to either apparate to a tropical location, or somehow get one in town, perhaps at an apothecary. She seldom used the apothecary, however, believing in acquiring the freshest of ingredients for all potions that she made, and she bit her lip as she walked through the corridors thinking that she may have to break her cycle and settle for the bottled essence. Her black pumps clicked quietly against the stone floors as her long legs strode down to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her luxurious blond hair was down today, straight, and she wore a black headband on her head giving her a sort of “Dark Alice” in wonderland look, considering her gray uniform with green accents. A simple spell was uttered earlier on in the morning when she dressed, as she noticed her skirt was a bit too low for her standards, and it altered it to a few inches above her knees to just about her thighs. Her Slytherin tie was loosened a tad, her collar unbuttoned once to flaunt her emerald-eyed skull choker. Following a Gryffindor 4th year into the class room (she never bothered to learn his name), she tossed her hair once with her free hand. “Good afternoon, Professor.” She said sweetly, shooting Professor Archer a flirtatious smile over her shoulder as she took a seat in the third row. Putting down her bag, she withdrew from it some lip gloss and a compact mirror and began applying it, discretely surveying the contents of the classroom. D’rorah Philosophy She thought as she stole a glance at the 7th year Ravenclaw. A bit of sunlight could do her complexion wonders… She thought as she closed her compact and replaced her things into her bag. D’rorah was pretty enough, though, perhaps worthy of rival status in Ivy’s book. However, her drab wardrobe and the way she was wearing her less than “technicolor” hair these days definitely kicked her down a couple of notches. Crossing her legs and arms, she noted that Dylan Cooper was sitting in the row in front of her, looking rather uninterested in where D’rorah was, or what she was doing. Perhaps their little falling out was serious? Though, she never bothered with other people’s business. They didn’t have anything she wanted, so she turned her sights elsewhere. Alessandro Darko had returned from wherever it is he had gone. She tilted her head for a moment as she regarded the back of the boy, narrowing her eyes. He disappears for great lengths of time frequently these days… She thought, thinking of the most recent, and time before when he had been out of school for a great deal of time. Of course she knew of his, D’rorah’s and Dylan’s alliance, thanks to Caira, so it didn’t surprise her to think that the goodie two shoes team was potentially scheming something up by displaying such dysfunctional unity. Kerridon Paradox troubled her. Her eyes fell on his form for a moment as she looked behind her, then turning forward, she puckered her lips as her thoughts turned to him now. I can’t believe he’s still around…what has he done lately for Dark Phoenix? I had to murder Zane’s parents, I have to make the potion…I have to go slaying Acromantulas…he’s dead weight. Perhaps I ought to bring this up with Caira… Her selfish thoughts exploded through her brain as she rolled her eyes and relaxed her lips back into a neutral position. The rest of the students present barely registered on her radar, as they were either younger, or had nothing that she figured she would be able to gain from them. Uncrossing her arms, she flipped her hair once more, and then drummed her fingernails on the surface of her desk incessantly, impatiently awaiting the start of the lesson. Protection. Yes, they’d all need it soon enough.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Jul 6, 2009 5:00:46 GMT -5
As it so happened today was a normal day, one in which Keaira woke up at her regular time, sat up, and then promptly threw up all over the floor beside her bed. She had been feeling well under the weather for some time, and yet it hadn’t really affected her, until now. In the past few months she had lost close friends, traveled across several countries, experienced someone’s death, and another’s rebirth, and then had the one person she cared about most in her life walk out on her without so much as an “I love you. Good Bye.” Of all that had happened to her, perhaps that was the one thing that weighed the most on her.
She threw herself into her studies, avoiding all that had happened as much as she could. After all there was nothing she could do about it, things would not change. Every day she started it the same, she would open her eyes, let her mind wander in search of Zane, and when she couldn’t touch his mind she sat up opened her curtains, pulled out the small notebook she had by her bed, and started a letter. Most days she ended up crumpling the paper up in frustration and tossing it in the trash. Since Zane had left she had managed to successfully write only one letter a week to him. None of them had been answered.
To say that she was worried was an understatement. To also state that she was stressed was also not quite descriptive enough. Keaira had pushed her body to the limits of what she could currently handle, and as a reaction it had broken down. After vomiting two more times, Keaira had managed to stumble out of her bed and down the hall to the elf kitchen before she found any one awake. There she had nearly collapsed into another student, a Hufflepuff she had thought, or maybe a Gryffindor, she was not very coherent at that time, and only vaguely recognized that she thought the face was familiar. At that point she was brought down to the hospital wing for treatment. A letter was sent to each professor at the start of their class that Keaira would not be there and her work could be sent to her later when she was recovered.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Jul 7, 2009 8:07:58 GMT -5
((OoC: Most people are going with an early class, probably more like 9:25am - 10:40am))
Glancing up from his desk once more as he received a greeting, he smiled happily. "Good day, Mister Paradox," he said happily, noting as he did that Ravenclaws were in great abundance over the other houses today. Kerridon moved to take a seat near the back of the room and was followed into the room by his youngest student of the day yet. He looked slightly nervous, mostly like he himself had done in his first year at Hogwarts, and he offered a small smile to the boy. "Hello, Mister Bryce. Good to see you." He sat in the same row as Dylan, though more toward the center of the room, and was alone. Tommy was then followed soon after by another Gryffindor, who granted Alex a cheerful hello. "Ah, hello Mister Ellis. Cutting it close, I daresay," he said with a cheeky smile, even as the fourth year sat down beside Dylan. Checking his watch and seeing only a minute or so to go, his time-observance was pervaded by a more formal method of greeting that he received from a third year Slytherin boy. "Good day, Mister McNamara, and Miss Halliwell," he said to each of the new entrants in turn, as the seventh year too entered.
Retrieving a small piece of parchment from the satchel currently resting at the side of his desk, his eyes surveyed the page and then the classroom, matching names to faces. Finding that almost everyone was here, excluding Keaira, about whom he had already received a letter from the school nurse. The others still expected would simply have to be late, but he would wait no longer.
Standing from his desk, he smiled at the assembled students from all houses. "Good morning everyone," he said happily. "Now, as you can see, today we will be broaching the subject of protection, escape and concealment. As we have a whole host of different levels of ability, I will of course be catering to everyone, because this topic is equally important to everyone. This morning we will begin with protection, and in due time we will be following on to escape and concealment. First, Third and Fourth years I would like you all to turn to page twenty-one on the Protego spell. Fifth years, page sixty-three please, on Finite. And the sixth and seventh years present, please turn to one-hundred-and-ten on the Patronus. I want everyone to read through the allocated pages and make any notes they might wish to on the spells." It was always fairly chaotic trying to juggle so many goings-on at once, but it would be no good simplifying it only to have the younger students lag behind or the older students racing ahead.
"Misters Bryce, McNamara, Ellis and Miss Blakes, when you have finished that, please pair up and perform simple jinxes on each other, which your partner will then attempt to block using Protego. Cushions are over in the cupboard if you need them. Misters Cooper, Darko and Kelley, Sam that is," he said, then calling attention to the fifth years. "When you have finished reading, you will all take it in turns to cast a charm or jinx, and then have someone else remove it from the victim using Finite. If you feel you get the hang of it, try multiples with Finite Incantatem. And lastly but not least, Miss Collins, Halliwell, Philosophy and Misters Paradox and Kelley, Bryan this time, please practice your form and pronounciation, and attempt your Patronuses. Obviously, we can't have a real Dementor in here, so you're somewhat limited, I apologise. Just keep working on the technique, however, and building that up."
Sure that everyone knew what they should be doing, he returned from his small tour around the room as he had spoken to the various students, and sat once again behind his desk. "If anyone has any queries, please feel free to ask," he called lastly.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Jul 7, 2009 9:06:30 GMT -5
It could definitely be called a conscious effort of avoiding anyone else's eyes, but it didn't seem to work too effectively in putting people off sitting near him. Indeed, just before class was due to start, when he thought perhaps he could get away with being alone, a friendly Gryffindor popped into the seat directly beside him. Beind beside the wall, there really only was one seat next to him, so at least his chances of being avoided had been halved. Not good enough, I guess. Offering a weak smile in response, he felt that he should at least attempt a small symbol of friendliness, though he didn't really feel like he should deserve any more friendship whatsoever after his actions and thoughts of the past few months.
"Hi," he said quietly, his voice barely carrying to the front row. His attention was diverted away from the younger boy, however, as the professor called attention to the front. Perking up his ears, he extracted the Defence textbook from his bag and flipped to the page for the fifth years, on Finite spells. Reading through it relatively quickly and feeling slightly put out that he could not practice a Patronus today, he was soon through and looking around to find the other students of his year. Spotting Alessandro, his presence having been a surprise in itself, and a surprising lack of Keaira, he also thought that Professor Archer had said Mister Kelley. Only able to assume that Sam was a direct relation of Bryan's, he checked to see whether or not they were finished or finishing on the reading before approaching either one of them.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 7, 2009 12:18:22 GMT -5
The patronus was a charm with which D'rorah was well-acquainted. It was one of the most basic forms of light magic... which still made it an incredibly difficult spell to learn. Even more difficult had been finding the discipline to summon a happy memory after the deaths of her parents. She was thankful, at least, that she did not have to worry about partnering with anyone. That firmly eliminated the possibility of being paired with Dylan and offering him an open opportunity to attempt to hex or curse her.
Rising from her desk, she withdrew her wand from her sleeve and took a few paces away from the general group. The patronus wasn't her favorite charm at the moment. She was still somewhat sensitive to light magic at the current moment, her brushes with corruption not mixing well with it. While a patronus wouldn't burn her in human form or cause her any other sort of damage, the Light would be uncomfortable... especially to her pale eyes. She considered briefly feigning that she was unable to cast the spell properly, but couldn't reconcile herself to passing up the opportunity to practice the charm for the sake of sparing herself a bit of discomfort. At least Bryan would be the only Elemental Master in the room casting the spell... if all four of the Elemental Masters had been called upon to practice their patronus charms as well, she might have found a reason to excuse herself. Though she had once summoned Elemental Light herself in Hogsmeade, that had been a couple of near-corruptions ago... she was too tainted now to endure such a thing without any discomfort whatsoever.
With a practiced hand and steady voice, she raised her wand and gathered a happy memory. It took some doing to find one this time... all of her happy memories of Dylan were ruined by the memories of his cruelty ever since returning to Hogwarts. And her memories of Kerridon were safely locked away behind barriers that even she wouldn't be able to access without a fair amount of effort on her part. She reached instead for thoughts of her parents... there had been many happy years and occurrences before they had died. They seemed distant now, but they were there and were still strong once she found a particularly happy one... though sad as she realized suddenly just how much she herself had changed since they had died. Recalling herself as a younger girl who had sometimes smiled and had occasionally even laughed was a shock... it hadn't been that long ago... a few years... but it was like another lifetime. Or another person entirely.
Pushing the side thoughts aside, she focused instead on the happiness of the memory, coaxing it out until it permeated her being. She felt, in those moments, the deathly chill that had plagued her since her last near-corruption recede just a bit. [blue]"Expecto patronum,"[/blue] she commanded firmly, her voice steadfast as a stream of light blossomed from the tip of her wand, and formed into a large gryphon, which beat its wings against the air twice before crouching before her protectively. She focused on it, searching for ways she might strengthen the spell as her eyes roamed over the patronus, assessing her work.
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Sam Kelley
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Elemental Master of Water
Posts: 67
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Post by Sam Kelley on Jul 7, 2009 13:22:51 GMT -5
Sam frowned slightly at the professor’s words. He didn’t have a problem with the Finite spell or practicing it, but the prospect of reading through a book was one that generally never sat well with him. He could read, of course, but the information went right through his eyes and poured out his ear. He was a person of action and that was how he learned. This class, along with Transfiguration, was his strongest by far and the boy had long ago mastered the skills taught her through general curiosity and helping older housemates with their practicing through the years. Wandwork was a constant source of amazement and interest for the lad and he never refused the opportunity to delve deeper into it. In fact, even the advanced lesson of a patronus charm was one that would’ve given him little trouble, as had been demonstrated a few nights prior by his assault of the shadow formed D’rorah Philosophy near the lake.
At the professor’s mention of his practice partner, Sam found his eyes venturing across the room to Dylan and Alessandro, two of his fellow Elemental Masters. The Gryffindor knew well enough of the alliance and elemental spark of the other boys, but he wondered if they too knew of him. He assumed that they didn’t. Not that it mattered anyway, such things didn’t bear mentioning or even alluding to in such a setting. It was odd to consider the other two. Even though Sam had never had any real contact with either, he had already formed opinions on each due to those memories of Catilin’s that had thrust their way into his mind.
For Alessandro there was that initial confusion over the fact that he was even alive. Beyond that, Sam understood him to be a good guy, one that could be relied on and trusted if required, at least as far as Caitlin’s mind had told him. Dylan was another story all together. While the Gryffindor would never automatically hate someone based on another’s perception, he couldn’t say that he much cared for Dylan Cooper. There had been old memories of him being supportive to Sam’s Shadow Warrior in her times of pain and need, but then there were those recent sights. The other boy had assaulted D’rorah and it wasn’t at all anything resembling the misunderstanding that had cause Sam to harm her with his patronus a week earlier.
Pushing the thoughts away from his mind, Sam took a quick moment to feign interest over the text in his book before detecting Dylan’s gaze and offering a small nod. The boy then climbed from his seat and made his way toward the far wall where Dylan sat with his wand in hand.
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Brody McNamara
Slytherin
[green]3rd Year Slytherin[/green]
Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do.
Posts: 15
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Post by Brody McNamara on Jul 7, 2009 13:54:15 GMT -5
It was in Brody's nature to be quite formal and he was sure a few people probably thought him a bit odd when he was so formal. It was just the way he had been brought up and now that he had competition for becoming the heir, it might have gotten a bit worse even. Brody was just a very formal and proper person by nature. He honestly just didn't know any better. Anyone who had been around him for quite some time would know that about him by now and would probably just ignore it. Brody had no idea that perhaps him being so formal all the time might come off as arrogance at times, but no one had bothered to tell him that yet, so he just went on doing what he did.
He listened intently as Professor Archer gave every group very specific directions. Brody was in the first group which consisted of first year and two fourth years. None of them were in his own house of Slytherin so he wondered if any of them would even be willing to work with him as Slytherins seemed to have a bad rap. He was pretty sure the two fourth years would want to work together as they were the same year, so that left Brody, a third year to work with a first year. It was fairly insulting in his mind, but he wasn't going to make a scene. Heirs didn't make scenes after all. When he heard what th older years were doing, he wished he could have grown up a few years just for right now so he could do something more effective.
Protego was good for simple attacks such as hexes and jinxes, but somehow Brody doubted it would help him in the long run when it came to protecting his mother, maternal grandparents, siblings, and cousins. After all someone wanting to take over would not use simple hexes to do so. But alas, Brody was only a third year and had no other choice but to do what was asked of him. In a couple more years he would be the one doing those more complicated spells, so he would just have to bite the bullet as his dad said.
Assuming the two fourth years were going to want to work together, Brody approached the Gryffindor first year named, well truth be told, other than the boy's last name that the professor used, Brody hadn't the foggiest what the boy's first name was. To add insult to his injury of having to work with a first year, it was a Gryffindor and Gryffindors and Slytherins, well they didn't exactly get along too well.
Granted Brody liked to think he was nicer than a lot of his house mates, but still he would much prefer to work with a Ravenclaw or even a Hufflepuff over a Gryffindor. But so was life. After having read the designated paged carefully and having jotted down only a couple of notes, he decided to approach the first year and see if he would work with him. This was a difficult thing for Brody to do because he had to swallow his pride and be more outgoing than he normally was, but he needed a partner and it was highly unlikely either of the fourth years would work with the first year, so he was stuck.
"Uh, hi there. Professor Archer said we needed to partner up and well, uh I'm guessing the two fourth years will want to work together, so that leaves us Mr. Bryce. I'm Brody, so would you like to work together? I'll let you choose what you would like to do first throw the hexes or do Protego."
Gosh that was extremely hard, but a good heir served as a role model for future generations, so he had done the right thing. he just wished that one of the fourth years would have approached Brody and asked him to work with him or her. That way he would learn more from the older student, but sometimes things just didn't go way you wanted them to, unfortunately.
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Niobe Blakes
Ravenclaw
[blue]Fourth Year Ravenclaw[/blue] Shadow Warrior of Earth
Posts: 88
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Post by Niobe Blakes on Jul 8, 2009 4:31:07 GMT -5
The Protego spell. Of course, Niobe already knew about the spell, having read up on it before. Actually, there were a lot of defensive spells that she had read up on, due to the fact that she had truly wanted to do well in this class.
Looking around the classroom, she noticed a younger Slytherin boy walk over to a very young Gryffindor and ask to be partners. Well, that meant that she had one other person to be partners with.
Turning, she walked over to where Ben was sitting and flashed him a smile. A nervous one, but a smile nonetheless.
"Good afternoon, Ben." she said "I guess since there's only four of us that means that were partners."
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Benjamin Ellis
Gryffindor
[red]4th Year Gryffindor[/red]
if you don't have a smile I'll give you one of mine :)
Posts: 55
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Post by Benjamin Ellis on Jul 8, 2009 4:59:22 GMT -5
Ben had grinned cheerfully back at the professor following the comment about cutting it close, simply glad that he had awoken in time to get to class. He wasn't generally a rule-breaker, and didn't want to get a reputation for missing classes. Two Slytherins entered shortly after him, he noticed as he sat down. Dylan didn't seem too receptive to his greeting, which really wasn't the best method to go about making Benjamin Ellis go away or leave you alone – it just made him more concerned about the person in question and more likely to question them or try to draw them into conversation.
Unfortunately, class started before he had a chance to speak to the older boy further and he turned his attention to Professor Archer. He listened to the instructions issued with some attention spared for Dylan as he turned to the required page, taking a few notes but not many. He was fairly sure he would be okay at this spell... it wasn't too advanced and he'd done similar spells before.
Seeing Brody pair up with Tommy, he gave the pair a smile and reluctantly stood from his seat next to Dylan, giving the boy a parting wave before beginning to head to the front row where Niobe sat but finding she was already on her way. He sat himself down again and waited for her to arrive. [red]"Hey Niobe,"[/red] he greeted her in his normal, cheery tone, drawing his wand from his pocket. [red]"You wanna hex me first? Or do you want to do the protego now?"[/red] he offered in a friendly manner, looking forward to actual practice of spells. This was the part of lessons he really loved – trying out new spells.
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Tommy Bryce
Gryffindor
[red]1st Year Gryffindor[/red]
You bend and you bruise me while you try to control me
Posts: 104
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Post by Tommy Bryce on Jul 8, 2009 8:05:40 GMT -5
Tommy kept his eyes down as several other students came into the class, only glancing up when they first came through the door to see if any of them were any closer to his age. But no, the youngest person in the class was a Slytherin 3rd year he didn't know the name of apart from 'Mr MacNamara' as the professor had called him. Although he was less nervous than he had been upon first starting Hogwarts, despite it approaching the end of the year Tommy was still far more skittish than any of the classmates he knew of. The other first years were all very well settled in by now; but the last few years of Tommy's life had prevented him from relaxing fully at Hogwarts. Maybe it might happen in later years; just not right now.
He listened very carefully to what Professor Archer said, not wanting to miss anything important that might get him into trouble, but couldn't help but feel a little more nervous than usual when he heard they would be pairing up. He didn't want to cast hexes at older students in case they got annoyed, and he certainly didn't want to have hexes sent at him. He kept his head down as he took notes, doing them as detailed as he could in an attempt to put off the inevitable.
Unfortunately, far too soon the Slytherin approached him. Tommy peeked his eyes up at the older boy as he began speaking. He seemed friendly enough, and it helped him draw up the courage to actually speak in return. [red]"Um, okay... I'm Tommy,"[/red] he introduced himself, pondering for a moment which would be better to do first. [red]"Uh... can I do the protego first? If it's okay with you... I don't mind if you want to,"[/red] he hurriedly added, just thinking that he didn't really know many curses and perhaps he could get inspiration from Brody.
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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
Posts: 317
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Jul 8, 2009 9:02:40 GMT -5
Surveying the rest of the classroom, Kerridon took note of the students entering the classroom, seeing where they sat – location in the classroom and next to whom. Although there wasn't actually that much interaction between the other students today, as it happened. He met Ivy's eyes as she turned to look at him, betraying no expression in his face as she faced him nor once she had turned away.
Soon enough the lesson started, and Kerridon was dismayed to discover what they would be doing... patronuses. That was one spell he had never mastered, despite several years of effort. At least before his sister's death he had been able to summon a whiff of white smoke... but after that, even the pale mist had become impossible. That was why he had turned to creating his alternate method of defending against the dementors' effects. He turned to the pages specified and read them carefully, despite having read on the subject extensively before and not seeing any new information there.
Kerridon looked up as he heard a first 'expecto patronum' from the front of the class, finding it no surprise that the caster had been D'rorah. She produced a griffin, fully corporeal first time. He watched it for a few moments, aware that he was stalling from attempting a patronus of his own. He held no illusions that he might miraculously be able to perform it successfully on this occasion, but he had to give some visual sign at trying to perform it.
Getting to his feet, Kerridon closed his eyes for a moment to come up with a happy memory. All those recent ones with D'rorah were safely locked away, so he dare not use one of them; perhaps the only thoughts he had that were happy enough to summon that old wisp of smoke he had used to be able to manage. Finally he settled on a vague memory from living at Paradox Hall when he was much younger, before his parents had divorced. He and Taisy had been down in the town, playing with some of the local muggle children before the Paradoxes decided to put a stop to that sort of behaviour. [blue]No... don't think about it stopping... just while it went on...[/blue] he tried to tell himself, concentrating on that before calling out the words. [blue]"Expecto Patronum!"[/blue] At first he thought he felt a warmth grow in his wand, but a moment later it collapsed, either because the memory had faded too much or because it was tainted with knowledge of all that came afterwards. He lowered his wand, unsurprised and glanced about to see if anyone else had managed to summon one yet. It was also useful, as a sign of their power. It was also information he would be able to pass on to Dark Phoenix without really risking anyone directly.
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Brody McNamara
Slytherin
[green]3rd Year Slytherin[/green]
Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do.
Posts: 15
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Post by Brody McNamara on Jul 8, 2009 17:33:57 GMT -5
It seemed the young Gryffindor may perhaps be even more shy than Brody was. And that was quite surprising because Brody swore no one had o be as introverted as he was. Apparently he was mistaken. The boy had to be terrified being forced to work with someone two years older than he was. It would have even been more scary for the poor boy if a fourth year had approached him.
Brody smiled reassuringly ever slightly at the boy he now knew to be Tommy.
"Sure Tommy, that's fine. That's why I asked after all. I promise to not use anything too strong at first so if you don't get Protego the first time, you won't be as embarrassed. I'm going to use a leg locking hex to start okay? I just want you to know what I plan to do so you know what to expect. after all it is only class and I don't want to scare you or anything."
Brody was being particularly polite to the young boy because he had nothing against the chap, so why should he bother to humiliate him? Contrary to what many people thought, all Slytherins weren't evil to the bone. Brod was a gentleman and since the poor kid had to be horrified, he was going easy on him. Now had the first year been someone that hurt his family or Brody himself, then it would be an entirely different story of course.
"Okay Tommy, I'm going to fire the leg-locking hex on three, so be prepared, okay? Good luck! One-Two-Three-Locomotor Mortis!"
Just as he had learned in the past, to cast the leg-locker hex one had to point their wand at the victim's leg and imagine the legs locking up. And so he did just that.
he hoped he had given enough warning to Tommy. Well Brody would soon see.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 8, 2009 20:05:01 GMT -5
As Bryan seated himself down, he noticed that Professor Archer sent him a silent greeting. The Gryffindor had not greeted the Professor to be rude, but rather because the man had been busy speaking and greeting other students. However, at the noticed greeting, Bryan returned it with a small nod of his own before he turned his attention to his sketchbook. The Gryffindor continued to work on his sketch, not really paying much attention as more students entered the class. His attention only shifted from sketching when Professor Archer began the lesson. In result, Bryan returned the sketchbook to his bag before pulling out his textbook. A slight smile touched his lips when Professor Archer had to clarify which Kelley brother he was referencing as he was giving the class direction before letting them off to work on their individual tasks.
Bryan flipped his textbook open to the chapter on Patronus. He already knew how to perform the spell thanks to Sam. Sam was always looking into new spells and working on them, sometimes working on upper classman work with his fellow house members in their common room. It was no surprise that Bryan often found himself dragged along in learning these spells. Many of the spells that Bryan knew were usually a result of Sam’s persistence. Bryan usually went along with it as it certainly didn’t hurt to learn them, even if they weren’t set to learn them until the following year. Both boys were interested in wand work, but only Sam took it to the next level, bringing the older brother along for the ride.
However, Bryan did not jump right into performing the spell. He was never really the type to show off what he knew. Instead, he took his time in reading the chapter on Patronus. He glanced up once when he heard someone performing the spell. He wasn’t particularly surprise to see that the white, whispery Griffin was the result of D’rorah. He returned to the chapter to finish reading before he set the text aside and took out his wand. He glanced briefly at the Kerridon as the boy attempted the spell. He did not say anything when a Patronus did not appear. In truth, he didn’t extend really anything on it. Instead, Bryan rolled the incantation off his tongue a few times and practicing the proper wand movements. He was taking the time to reacquaint himself with the spell, and at least giving the impression that he wasn’t as familiar with it as he was.
Once Bryan felt he was ready to actually perform the spell, he stood up from his desk and stepped a bit away from the group in order to perform the spell. He closed his eyes, seeking for the happy memory he had settled on when he had first learned the spell. The memory Bryan pulled up was one of the more chaotic Christmases of the Kelley family, where on the outside where it seemed as if nothing was really going right, and things were just chaotic and unorganized with the children running everywhere and the adults arguing or laughing until things settled down for the gift exchange. Bryan must had been around six or seven that Christmas. Things were always interesting when the Kelley side got together, and for Bryan that Christmas was more memorable than any, especially when Uncle James had ended up setting the tree on fire. A smile touched Bryan’s lips as he recalled it. He kept the memory firmly in his mind before he raised his wand and followed through with the proper wand movements, “Expecto Patronum!” he ordered in a firm voice. Silver slid out from the tip of his wand, taking on the form of a Winged Horse. The Patronus folded it’s wings before standing before Bryan. He reached to touch the Patronus where its muzzle was he as looked it over to assess his spell work.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Jul 11, 2009 4:25:02 GMT -5
Casting a small nod towards Sam in return, who was to be one of his two partners in class today, he pushed his chair back a few inches and rose from it. Clearly, he had finished his own reading, and was approaching the desk Dylan had until two seconds previously occupied. "Hi... So do you want to have a round each while we wait for Alessandro to finish reading?" he suggested quietly, thinking it was the most logical at this point. If they were to be working in turns, they might as well start while they waited for Dylan's dorm-mate. "Would you like to jinx me first or...?" he questioned lightly, offering the option for him to either be jinxed or do the un-jinxing first. "Whichever you want," he concluded, avoiding looking near where he knew D'rorah to be attempting to perfrom a Patronus.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Jul 11, 2009 4:36:24 GMT -5
Looking around the room at each group in turn, he saw various students begin to pair up and ask who would like to be doing what first and a few of the older students beginning to attempt summoning their Patronuses. The first to complete the task satisfactorily was, of course, Miss Philosophy, the female Prefect from Ravenclaw house. "Very good, Miss Philosophy, ten points to Ravenclaw!" he said happily, admiring the shining silver quality of her Patronus. "And Mister Kelley! Ten points to Gryffindor!" he added, seeing yet another silvery Patronus emerge within the room. "Well, you two hardly seem to need to practice such a spell! Give it another couple of tries and then we'll see what else we can give you," he said happily, casting his eye around to see what everyone else was doing.
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