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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 23, 2008 21:43:36 GMT -5
Alessandro frowned as Caity informed him that him being removed by his parents was exactly what she heard. No. That was not it at all. Why didn't these people understand that he couldn't remember any of them? Wouldn't that be fishy if his parents took him out of school, and he came back not remembering anything? That would imply that they had something to do with his memory loss, but he knew, well, he believed that he had suffered from a concussion from Quidditch.
The girl responded and informed him that her name was Caity. He couldn't help but feel the load of confusion that was emanating off of her expression as she seemed to realize that he had no clue who she was. He almost thought that she may have been a bit crushed.
"Hey guys. Alessandro, it's good to have you back!"
Alessandro's eyes turned away from Caitlin and befell upon a girl that looked his age. If he hadn't been obliviated, he would have remembered the girl to be Susan Matthews, a girl he had coached once upon a midnight snack in the Elf-Kitchens, on how to properly conjure a corporeal patronus. But the sad fact was that he truly could not recognize the happy Gryffindor for the life of him.
Forcing a smile on his face, he responded. "Hey there...." He found the words trailing off as he couldn't finish his greeting with anything at all. Hey there Susan. How have you been? Hey there Ms. Matthews, How's your patronus coming along? No, none of those things were present in his mind, so he just let the last word drop slowly, still maintaining a smile on his face.
Another student had just walked into the doorway and out of Alessandro's peripheral vision, he noticed the figure had been halted for quite some time. He cast a glance toward the doorway and recognized the boy as Zane, the other person responsible for his return back to Hogwarts. Zane seemed to be thinking about something intensely, and Alessandro flashed him a quick smile and a small nod, and his eyes returned to his desk. The very image of the boy made him feel queasy in the pit of his stomach. Something was definitely off about him. However, Alessandro didn't think too much on that subject, for Zane contributed to saving his life, and for that he was grateful.
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Post by narcisse on Mar 24, 2008 14:41:34 GMT -5
The young Eraclea travelled somewhat hurriedly through the halls; he did not want to be late to class. Of course, as always he had gone back to his room to make sure he looked alright, now however, he found that there was a slight sweat at his brow as he took his swift breaths. There was an anxiety rising within him, not nervousness about the class, but about the sweat; he found it to smell awful and it looked horrendous. Of course, he was comforted with the fact that he looked good enough to where it would not matter in the end; but he still had a mild distaste for it. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was not too far away, he observed as he turned a corner.
He had some skill with the magic, and had some knowledge, luckily however, his intelligence would make up for what he did not know. He was very intellectual, but you had to be if you wanted to go anywhere with his family. Just before he got to the door, he stopped, opening his finely embroidered bag. Within seconds he found his mirror and he opened it, while his free hand searched for his finely woven handkerchief, which had his initials embroidered in a deep purple, “NME”. He lightly brushed the sweat from his forehead and brow, and looked to see if his cheek had reddened because of his exertion. He turned his head to the side, and once satisfied snapped it shut and put it in his bag.
Now he simply had to straighten his robes, making sure they were in order. Those grey eyes looked at the class, he had been to a class before, so he knew it would be just fine. After becoming satisfied he made his way over to the door, his head held high with that noble gait that he often adorned. He found the door open, no doubt left that way until class began. Walking through the light of the class room spilled upon his robes, they looked to be finely pressed, his black school-robes flowing delicately as he walked. The ornate symbol of Slytherin that his mother had specially ordered, glistened slightly, its silver and emerald coming out in full bloom. The tie that was customary shimmered as well, for it was composed of fine silks, the rest however, was standard looking, though made from more comfortable cloths.
There were a few people he had never met before, as he looked, but then again there were others that he knew straight off: Keiara, Zane, Tommy, and Susan. He thought that he might try to skate from talking to the first year; the boy had not said anything to impress him. Though he looked firstly, after remembering, to the professor, whose eyes looked to be intense and captured Narcisse immediately, when he spoke his greeting however, it was with all regality: “Hello Professor Archer.”
With that, he involuntarily read what was on the board, ‘Vampires’. There had been a few French vampires that had come by the manor; his mother however, had not allowed him to see them. She said they were dangerous and loathsome creatures, whom did not deserve to live, but since they were around, she may as well use them for her own purposes. No telling what his mother did, but in all honesty, Narcisse didn’t care. She could have tortured them for delight, and he would not care, she had no flaws within his eyes, for she was the greatest woman in all the world.
Looking around he wondered where he might sit, the others seemed to be socializing very well, but there was a part of him that did not care to do so. It was not reclusiveness, but from his conversations with various people, they had not seemed to like him. Susan had been alright, even praising his mother’s hair once Narcisse recollected that it was reminiscent of the ambrosia flowers. Though on a mere whim he decided not to sit next to her, but next to the elder Slytherin teenager he had met in the Great Hall: Zane. Walking over with that same gait, he sat his bag down, taking out some parchment and a fine swan quill.
“Hello,” he said briefly to the Prefect.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Mar 28, 2008 2:20:17 GMT -5
“Good afternoon, Miss Matthews,” he commented quietly as she passed him and took her seat, apparently marveling at the reappearance of Alessandro among their ranks. Once he stopped observing the small group forming near the front, he noticed one of the Slytherin prefects standing in the doorway. Waiting for him to enter, it took quite a while and Alex wondered at what had distracted him so much. Opening his mouth to greet the boy, he heard only his last name expressed quietly as the fifth year passed him and moved to the back. Stopping the forming of a word in it’s tracks, his brows furrowed slightly at the disregard emanated by the young man.
“Alright everyone, let’s get started,” he announced to the classroom, allowing Zane to slip from his mind for the moment. Once again, the numbers were not what he had hoped, but he suspected that given the conditions and troubles the school was enduring presently that he was extremely fortunate that anyone was still attending his class. “As you can see, today’s lesson is on the topic of vampires. We will learn about their traits, dangers and how to protect yourself should you ever be unfortunate enough to come up against one.” As usual, his tone was the very embodiment of excitement and he continued quickly on his speech to the students.
“Firstly, the traits of the vampire.” Turning, he quickly sketched the words onto the board and drew a relatively straight line beneath them. “We are not dealing with the typical rumours abound in the community, we are dealing with the facts; sometimes those coincide but please bear in mind these creatures have been somewhat distorted by fairy tales and the like. Now, the main things are that they must avoid any exposure to ultraviolet rays; typically the biggest danger concerned with that is the sun. On a particularly cloudy day they might last a minute or two, but they will burn quite readily,” he said in a carrying voice, looking around at each of the students in turn.
“Their speed and stamina is legendary among the more humanoid of creatures to roam this Earth as they can carry a pace of about eighteen miles an hour for several hours, and even reach speeds of thirty miles per hour for significantly shorter time spans. To go with this is also an incredible strength unknown to even the hardiest of wizards and witches, and a life span of at least a few hundred years. The longest recorded is two thousand, three hundred years and forty-eight days; but they are not immortal.”
“As well as their incredible speed and strength, they have the ability to recover from most wounds and injuries rapidly; almost instantly, and glowing eyes that enable them to see better than almost anything in the dark. Typically, their necks or some particular part of their body is covered to conceal their bite marks; double puncture holes. Often they are placed around the same area, but sometimes can range all across the body. Now, if you have questions at any time please remember them and ask me at the end, because they might just be answered throughout the rest of the class.” Smiling broadly at the contents of the classroom, he jotted a few of the key points onto the board below the appropriate title and turned back to them, ready to start again.
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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 Mar 29, 2008 13:54:24 GMT -5
Kerridon viewed the doorway with disinterest as other students slowly trickled into the classroom, mind still focussed on the subject of Alessandro. Keaira was here, but where was Zee? Surely he had gone as well in the rescue. And what about the other lightfighters? Dylan was missing, as was D’rorah. Neither had seemed the type to miss lessons when he had come across them before. Had they all gone on this expedition to rescue Alessandro, but some had been killed in the process? Was D’rorah dead? The thought made an uncomfortable feeling arise in his stomach and he immediately pushed it away.
Caught up in his thoughts, Kerridon had not seen Mami enter the classroom until she approached.
“May I sit with you Paradox-sama?”
“Of course,” he replied, just about managing to send a gentle smile her way as he spoke. The Japanese girl truly was unique in the school in her mannerisms – who else would actually ask if they could sit with someone? In front of him, none of the students in the front row has requested permission before sitting, and it seemed that Alessandro was not truly comfortable with being surrounded by so many people, judging by the tone edging on harshness that Kerridon could hear.
“Alright everyone, let’s get started. As you can see, today’s lesson is on the topic of vampires. We will learn about their traits, dangers and how to protect yourself should you ever be unfortunate enough to come up against one.”
Professor Archer seemed to be genuinely excited about the topic and Kerridon settled back to listen, hoping to be distracted from his current worries. Luckily, Alex did not appear to be about to lead a practical lesson so he would not have to reveal his wandless magic. Jotting down a few notes on the parchment before him, it was unusually brief considering the normal teems he would write in lessons.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Mar 30, 2008 2:13:08 GMT -5
Cavan listened with intent as Professor Archer began to speak about Vampires. He could tell it was a subject that the man felt strongly about and knew that meant the class would be a good one. He wrote down word for word everything the Professor said on his parchment in his neat, small script. He noticed that both Dylan and D'rorah were out and knew that he would need to pay extra attention so they wouldn't fall behind. He did worry slightly about them, as he wasn't as blind as some of the other students were to what was going on there. He hoped that they were both alright and that along with paying attention were all he could do at the moment. So he continued to jot down notes and pay attention as best he could do the instruction.
He had noted before class had started that there were two students he had never seen before, both seemed to have girls with them and he wondered who they were. He'd worry about that more later, for now it was time for class and academic learning.
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Post by Mami Tien on Mar 30, 2008 14:17:00 GMT -5
With a small bow to Kerridon, Mami took the seat next to him and silently pulled out her quill, ink and a small stack of blank parchment. She copied the words on the board into Japanese without really thinking about it. She was going to have to translate any homework she might do, but for now, it was just easier to use the language her mind thought in. Once she had finished with her heading, she set her quill on it's rest so that she could look around the room without worrying about the dripped ink.
She made a quick note of each student and how rowdy this students were in comparison to the students of her old school. It wasn't really a surprising fact, but something more humorous, absently she found herself wondering how anyone learned anything here. She turned to study Kerridon for a moment before Professor Archer was speaking and she had to concentrate on writing her notes as he spoke. Even as she took down the notes, she couldn't help wondering why it was Paradox-sama seemed down more often than not. She would never dare to ask him anything about it, as it just wasn't her place, but that didn't change the fact that she did wonder. Finally she turned most of her mind back to the lesson, trying to remember what she had learned about Vampires in Japan.[/size]
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 30, 2008 18:56:53 GMT -5
Keaira couldn't help but feel disheartened with the way Alessandro spoke to her. He seemed so distant, so distracted. It was saddening beyond compare that the boy whom she had poured herself in to so very much treated her like some one he had just met on the street. And she had recently saved his life.... Again...As he mentioned the girl turning apples in to mice under a willow tree she made sure she was paying attention. It wasn't how things had really happened but at least it was something.
She repressed a sigh as she let his words sink in. He had dreamed something, as promising as that could be it was also not what she was wanting to hear. The look in his eyes betrayed that although the words rang a cord, it was not the right cord.
"I'm sure that when your memories come back, you'll get the joke." She smiled playfully,and stood up. Noting that the lesson was about to begin, Keaira went to her seat in the second row. Before she sat down behind Alessandro she spoke softly to him. "Sounds like a plan." Then it was down to class. Retrieving her quill and note book, she set her desk up like it was with every class. The three different ink vials across the top. her quill set to the right, and her notebook in the center.
Marking her heading, as she always did, in blue ink, she set herself up to begin taking notes, and it seemed she had done so just in time. With Archer talking she began her process of marking the important things. Beginning with the subtitle 'Traits' in blue, she continued. 'Avoids sunlight' followed in red, and then, '-causes fire, and death-' directly under it in green. Incredible speed and stamina appeared in red as she continued, followed by '+/- 18 mph Long distance or 30 mph sprint in green. Great strength, was in red, and below that Long life spans, also in red. Oldest recorded, 2300 years, and 48 days followed in green. Rapid healing, and night vision were the last things she added in red.
Her notes were organized quite well, and the colors were vivid as if she had used a new quill with every change of color. However, that was not the case. After some time of taking notes Keaira had gotten far to annoyed with the idea of having to change quills with each new sentence, and had instead looked for a different route. After much searching she had stumbled upon a self cleaning quill. The quill was mean to keep the build up of ink over time to a minimum, however, Keaira had found that it was quite useful for her note taking. Although, she had to replace them quite frequently as the cleaning charm wore off after a while. Questions on the subject came to mind as she finished, but as Professor Archer had asked to hold all questions she refrained from placing her hand in the air. Waiting for the professor to continue she readied her quill to continue to scratch across the page.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Apr 3, 2008 20:59:03 GMT -5
Satisfactorily watching the scratching of several quills as he finished speaking, he waited for most to cease before continuing. As he took the time to glance around the room, he was reminded of several key absences once more; four prefects in total were missing, as well as the troublesome Slytherin boy, for which he was grateful, and several Gryffindors. Troubled at the lack of attendance for such an important subject, he wondered if in fact the dark arts was the very thing keeping pupils from his class.
“Now, the dangers of vampires should be largely obvious to most of you, but we’ll go a bit more in-depth today than the typical story of folklore. Instead of bothering to try and overpower their victim, most take favour of placing that unfortunate person in a trance. If this is the case, their eyes begin to glow either a bright blue, or in some cases a sort of emerald green, and when they look into another’s eyes deeply, that person will begin to feel very relaxed and sleepy. This enables them to bite their victim without them feeling much pain at all.” He decided, at this point, to omit the point about various people who enjoy the thrill of being bitten and go so far as to seek out vampires for this very purpose. He did not want his students feeling too curious, afterall.
“Undead vampires are formed through three bites that we call ‘turning bites’. These include a long, strong bite which delivers a type of venom that alters the genetics of their victim. Now, if someone were to receive only one or two bites at any point in their life, they will become paler, may develop a taste for blood or in most cases very rare meat, and become slightly allergic to the sun. This allergy does vary in degree depending on whether it was one bite or two; two obviously leading to a more adverse affect under an exposure to UV rays. Usually being given only one bite or a very quick one, then they’ll only get a taste for very rare meat and will become very tired in the sun. However, gaining only one or two bites will not turn you into the undead; instead you will be classified as a “part-vampire”. But receiving a total of three bites, at any time and from any vampire, will cause a painful death that can take up to five hours due to the body resisting the venom and genetic alteration, and then after three or four days they will rise once more, a fully fledged undead vampire.”
Stopping for a moment to gather his thoughts and allow them the time to write down whatever notes they wished, he thought about where he should follow to. Thinking perhaps where magic was concerned with vampires would be a good topic to continue with, he cleared his throat and began to speak once more. “When a person is turned into the undead, they lose most of their magical ability, though not all of it. They would perhaps have the abilities of a first year or younger, often using magic simply by mistake when having bursts of any strong emotion. That being said, it can almost be considered made up for when it’s expressed that the Avada Kedavra curse has no effect on them, simply because they are not, strictly speaking, alive to begin with.”
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Apr 3, 2008 21:45:46 GMT -5
Zee had not bothered to write anything down. So far Archer had merely covered the basics that most anyone would know about vampires had they put any effort into researching the subject. Though he remained respectful enough to keep silent, Zee had been lounging lazily in his seat, clearly bored. He threw a slight smirk toward the students so diligently writing down every word the professor spoke.
Just as he was seriously considering laying his head on his desk and taking a nap, the lecture became more interesting. While Zee was familiar with the basics, he had not learned much about vampires as he never expected them to play any relevant part in his life. That didn't so much seem the case any longer. As Professor Archer explained the difference between a partial vampire and a full undead, Zee leaned forward, listening intently.
When the man paused to allow the note takers to catch up, Zee glared briefly at all the scribbling quills, annoyed at having to wait for more information. Quickly snapping back to Archer when the professor resumed the lecture, Zee leaned farther forward, gripping the edges of his desk subconsciously. He was quite entranced by the descriptions of what a person gained - and lost - when they transformed into a full Vampire.
Zee knew Wysteria was a partial vampire, but was pretty sure that had something to do with her actual heritage rather than events which had taken place. He realized then that he perhaps knew less about her past than she did of his. As the professor finished, Zee let out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.
"Intriguing . . ."
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Tommy Bryce
Gryffindor
[red]1st Year Gryffindor[/red]
You bend and you bruise me while you try to control me
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Post by Tommy Bryce on Apr 8, 2008 9:04:24 GMT -5
More students continued to filter into the room, nearly all of them older than him. It seemed to take the professor a moment to notice he had spoken, because there was a slight pause before he replied. Of course, that wasn’t unusual. He must have far more important things on his mind than greeting a lowly first year.
“Mister Bryce, good to see you,”
The greeting, however delayed it was, made him smile, and Cavan sitting himself next to him a few minutes later was hardly a bad thing either.
”Hi,” the other first year spoke as he sat down next to him, also yawning. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who could do with more sleep, Tommy pondered to himself before speaking back.
“Hi Cavan,” he said in a small voice that wouldn’t carry across the classroom any further than a few feet.
It wasn’t long before Professor Archer finally began the class. Tommy picked up his quill, dipped it in the ink well before him and hurriedly began scratching down what the teacher was saying about vampires. The traits, the dangers... As he wrote down about how they attacked their prey, his mind wandered of its own accord to the day he and his brothers had entered the Forbidden Forest, and his step-mum, their biological mother, had come after them. None of them knew what it was that had attacked her, but this talk of creatures attacking humans was making him feel a little queasy. The image of her body being dragged away by that creature, whatever it had been, was never going to leave him in a cheerful mood. A small frown creasing his forehead, he pressed the quill back onto the parchment and continued scrawling down notes, trying not to think about it any further.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Apr 25, 2008 6:54:39 GMT -5
“I previously mentioned their extraordinary ability to heal themselves rapidly. The exception to this instant recovery from injuries is any damage inflicted by silver. Most vampire hunters use silver bullets or, more preferably since guns are a Muggle invention, silver stakes driven into the heart. Legally, according to the Ministry, a vampire may not turn a human, but when certain young vampires decide to try and break the peace and start attacking humans, the Ministry will often send hunters to destroy the vampire in question,” he said in a chipper voice, this topic being one he was particularly enthusiastic about and that fact being quite obvious to what he supposed was the entire class.
As he glanced around the classroom, surveying the scratching of quills and lack thereof from certain members of the student body currently attending this lesson, he decided to continue regardless. “Usually when this happens, the members within that vampire group will even assist in the capturing of the rogue. Contrary to popular belief, vampires are not savages that attack anyone and everyone; their communities are tightly-knit groups that predominantly lead law-abiding lives. There are certain groups usually referred to as ‘clans’, however, that tend to stray over to the wilder side of unlife. The most notorious of these are the Oktar, from Turkey, Trewitz from Russia, Dradoon from Germany and Poland, and the most vicious of all, the Blesse from the Czech Republic and Romania. Most of the stories about these clans are simply based on their reputations; reputations which are not necessarily accurate assumptions of the clans as wholes.”
“These clans all live in seclusion, occasionally taking stray Muggles who wander near their locations and generally keeping a low profile. Most of the large battles and killing spree’s that form the reputations of these clans happened hundreds of years ago when the Ministry first began to regulate vampire actions, so nowadays they mostly relocate after any unusual action around their area at the time. They move around frequently and to vastly different and far-apart areas, so they’re extremely hard to track or even find. As for leadership, most clans and communities rule by bloodlines; basically the head roles are inherited.” As he concluded his sentence, he checked the clock behind him for the time and found that class was nearly over. Looking slightly surprised about this, he turned back to his class with that same surprised expression adorning his features. “Alright everyone, for homework I want you all to practice aiming and throwing, with speed, these stakes,” he said in a loud voice, flicking his wand and causing one stake per person to be summoned onto their desks. “We’ll be demonstrating next lesson, so make sure you practice. I would also like a one foot research essay describing the traits, abilities and tendencies of undead vampires. Please make sure you put a lot of detail in; to be handed in to me next week. “Class is dismissed,” he announced, smiling at everyone simply for being present.
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Apr 26, 2008 10:52:21 GMT -5
Zee's rapt attention remained on Professor Archer as he continued, nodding along absently, but still not taking any notes. In truth note taking had always been more of a distraction than anything to Zee. If he could focus on what the educator was saying, then he would be able to retain the information and write it down later. If he bothered writing it down now he may miss something that was said. Zee continued to lean forward and absorb everything the professor said.
His face turned sour for a moment at the mention of muggle guns. What a brilliant invention that had been; a pathetic attempt by the powerless to attain power, in the end probably leading to their own extinction. They did seem to love killing each other. It was quite repulsive. Even with all his darkness, Zee was not keen on the idea of killing other wizards, as Alessandro's continued breathing clearly showed. Muggle deaths were far less disturbing, but it was doubtful he would take a muggle life either without great reason or provocation.
The professor's lesson continued to prove unbelievably informative and intriguing. Clans? Was Wysteria of one of those mentioned? He would definitely spend time grilling her for information about her heritage when he found her. If he found her. If there was anything to find. Zee's doubt crept up through his heart like frost. He was by no means certain she still lived, but he wanted so badly to believe it. Perhaps he could ask D'rorah. She seemed to know more about Wysteria's past than any of the others, except possibly Alessandro, who would be useless as usual given his memory loss. If she were able to tell him what clan Wysteria was from, perhaps he could journey to them, if only to pay his respects and learn more of who she was postmortem.
Or perhaps they would kill him. If she was truly gone, either outcome seemed good enough for him.
Blinking away his melancholy musings, Zee grasped his stake and rose from his seat, slinging his bag over one shoulder and turning for the door. He stopped though and turned back, deciding instead to walk towards the professor. A hint of a smile formed on his lips as he addressed the man.
"Thank you Professor Archer. I really enjoyed this lesson and look forward to the next. I'll see you next week."
Zee saluted casually once more, though somehow it seemed far less disrespectful this time, and headed out the door.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Apr 27, 2008 14:26:23 GMT -5
Keaira's quills seemed to always be moving across the page. Her note taking seemed never ceasing. Nearly every word that professor Archer said she took note of. Marking titles and major points in the proper color. Well at least her hand kept moving until the mention of muggle guns. Her mind seemed to stall for a moment. Guns. How she hated them. She had the opportunity to learn just what they could do to someone who didn't know their power.
Her mind was caught up in her past as she sat in the class room. The night where she first tasted the sting of a bullet came to her mind. The night had been so long ago, and yet the memory would never fade, she was certain of that. It took several long moments for Keaira to pull her mind back to the room around her. However it appeared that it was simply too late. Professor Archer was already wrapping up the class.
Looking down at the page that sat neatly on her desk, Keaira became well aware that the last word she had written was 'silver.' She must had zoned out thinking of her past for the last part of the lesson. Shaking her head, she slowly placed her papers into the folder that she held for Defense against the Dark Arts. After re-corking her ink vials, and placing them in the container in her bag, she also added her quills. The last item remaining on her desk was a silver stake.
So she was supposed to practice throwing it. An interesting task for homework, but one that she would preform to the best of her abilities. Placing it in her bag with the rest of her items, Keaira closed the bag, and slung it over her shoulder. Smiling at the students in the class, Keaira waved a quick goodbye to several of them, and then headed out the door after Zane. A good bit of the outdoors might do her some good.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Apr 27, 2008 15:31:55 GMT -5
Cavan had sat in his chair, silently scratching out everything said with quick precision, not missing a point. His quick, neat 'scribe' scrawl spoke volumes. When class was over he added to the parchment the pages he would need for the assignment, adding the words, traits, abilities and tendencies to the bottom of the sheet. He quickly threw some sand over the page, drying the ink before he packed his belongings away, including the stake. He wasn't exactly sure how he would manage practicing, but he thought maybe transfiguration might be able to help him there.
He looked around the class, actually a little surprised that the time had gone by so quickly, but then that happened often when he was reading something interesting, he supposed this was the same. It seemed that this was true for several of the students as well as Professor Archer, apparently there had been a good deal of people interested in this subject. He actually looked forward to the homework even more the usual and a small smile spread across his face, covering up the intense look he'd had while he'd been taking notes. He turned to look at Tommy and finally spoke, "You want to work on homework together and then start teaching you French?" His messenger bag packed, he stood up, standing next to the other boy's desk, waiting for him.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Apr 30, 2008 15:38:01 GMT -5
Susan devoted her attention to Professor Archer as he presented his lecture. Listening attentively, Susan took notes as best as she could on her spare parchment, anticipating a homework assignment at the end of class. Unfamiliar as she was with the many facts about Vampires, Susan was intrigued to learn the new and interesting lesson. As her prior knowledge of Vampires was limited to the horribly incorrect rumors provided by muggles, Susan did her best to take as many accurate notes as she could in the allotted lecture time.
Susan was still writing as Professor Archer ended the lesson with the homework assignment to practice throwing the stakes used to kill a vampire and to compile an essay as well. Susan glanced up as her stake appeared on her desk. Susan stared at the weapon for a moment, pondering exactly how she would learn to aim and throw such an instrument. In answer to her inner question, Susan added stake-throwing to the bottom of her research list. With the entire lecture accounted for and the homework noted down, Susan piled all of her supplied into her book bag and took hold of her stake.
The stake was reasonably light, which surprised Susan, but she continued to place it in her book bag with the rest of her things. With a wave to Professor Archer and a quick good bye to her friends, Susan left the classroom. She planned to pay a visit to the library in her free period to begin her research. Susan had fallen victim to procrastination several times before and didn't want to make it a habit. Settling in to the moving mass of students with the class change, Susan planned out how she would begin her research project, which she hoped would receive at least an acceptable.
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