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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Jul 4, 2008 14:36:30 GMT -5
Cavan ran down the stairs at full speed, late for class for the first time since he'd started here at Hogwarts. He'd actually slept the night before and had slept for far to long, over sleeping past breakfast. He'd thrown on his uniform in a rush, grabbed his robes and his pack and dashed out of his dorm, common room, and straight towards class.
Upon arriving outside the classroom, he combed a hand through his hair, threw on his robes and then with a deep breath and his head down he entered the classroom. He hoped he hadn't missed anything important as he made his way quickly to an empty set next to Tommy, apologizing softly to Professor Archer as he passed him.
He pulled out his DADA book and looking around, quickly turned to the page everyone else seemed to be on, page one-nineteen. Thankfully, he'd already read this chapter while he was bored, but he reread it anyways, not wanting to look like he suddenly didn't care about class. He glanced around, smiling in greeting to Tommy before taking note of those in class and those not. Then he was reading again, not wanting to get into any trouble. He felt horrible for oversleeping and decided then and there he would have to set up some sort of alarm for himself again. He was so used to napping that his body had practically shut down last night, so relieved to get some actual sleep.
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Post by Mami Tien on Jul 4, 2008 19:36:07 GMT -5
Mami made her way purposefully to the DADA classroom, books for that class in hand. Her robes and uniform had been spelled clean before she'd left in hospital wing. With a note in her hand she opened the door to the classroom and slipped inside. She handed the note to Professor Archer, apologized for her tardiness and then moved to the back of the classroom to sit beside Kerridon.
The note held an apology for the interruption from the nurse to Professor Archer. It explained that Mami had insisted on attending class instead of letting herself recover in the infirmary.
Unconsciously, she brushed the loose hair that hung in her face behind her right ear, giving everyone a better view of her face. There was a large bandage that covered her right eye as well as most of her cheek, all the way to just below her hair line.
She gave everyone a smile in apology and pulled out her book, she turned it to the same page Kerridon was on, hoping that it was the correct page. "Paradox-sama." She greeted him quietly, before she scanned the page in front of her, "Is this the correct page?" She asked him in a soft tone, not wanting to get into trouble for talking as the lesson had started.[/color]
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 5, 2008 1:00:15 GMT -5
D'rorah opened her book to page one hundred nineteen, as instructed. She read quickly and quietly, intermittently adding notes to the parchment in front of her. Even though lycanthropy held no particular interest for her, werewolves were still fascinating subjects. She could well imagine that much information regarding spontaneous transfiguration could be gleaned from the study of those who suffered from lycanthropy. Of course, that brought immediately to mind the question of how ethical it would to conduct such studies on people. Perhaps it would best be a medical study.
Realizing that she had finished her reading and that Professor Archer seemed prepared for students to begin answering, she raised her hand. Perhaps this discussion might turn out to be interesting after all, given the implications of studying lycanthropy and possibilities of developing treatments. She sat quietly, hand raised and posture erect. She allowed her eyes to wander in Dylan's direction, happy to see that he seemed to have regained his focus and interest in classes and work in general. She could remember a time not too long ago when the tragic accumulation of calamities in his life had made even sitting through a class such as this difficult. It was nice to finally be getting all of the Lightfighters more or less back on track.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jul 7, 2008 17:09:37 GMT -5
Caitlin waited silently as the other students trailed in – it was quite a full class, really, compared to some of the others she had attended. Professor Archer began speaking and she opened her textbook to the correct page. Beginning to read, she picked up her pen and began jotting down a few notes on the topic matter, but feeling more and more queasy by the second. It wasn’t like when she’d been ill before, from being over-tired or in need of food. She’d become used to that feeling over the last couple of months, and knew it well. No, this was more like... something was wrong. Something bad was happening, but she didn’t know what.
The pen slipped from her grasp and she let out a sigh, pushing her chair out a little so she could reach down to where it clattered on the floor beneath the desk. Just as she clasped her fingers around the plastic surface a strange, very unpleasant sensation ran through her. It was like how she’d just been feeling, but multiplied a hundred times over. The surprise made her jerk her head upwards, right onto the wooden under-surface of the desk. With one hand clutching the top of her head and one holding onto the pen, she resurfaced with an ashen-coloured face and a sick feeling in her stomach. Something had happened, something was wrong – and her instincts were telling her it was to do with the Shadow War. Having not ever had a true Elemental Master before, she had no idea that the discomfort she was feeling was due to Gat Soldier’s torturous and upcoming death on one of his missions, which had failed very badly. As his injury got worse, so did the pain Caitlin could feel.
Dee! she shouted mentally, unsure how else to contact them without attracting attention. She knew that D’rorah was a telepath. Now she hopefully had their attention, she was a little unsure of what to say... or think, as the case may be. Something’s happened, she started, still feeling quite ill and unknowing of why. I don’t know what it is, but something just happened, something big, and it’s to do with the Shadow War.
All the thoughts that were constantly bubbling in the back of her mind recently suddenly boiled over as her attempt at mental control melted – the grief at Mallan’s death and confusion over why he’d done it, the exhaustion and hunger that always seemed to be her shadow nowadays, the obsession over those letters she had been sent, homesickness from not being in India, feeling excluded from the rest of the lightfighters because of her pacifism and lack of knowledge, wanting to help Gat despite his alignment...
OW! she flinched as it all tumbled over into rapids of mental turmoil, her Elemental Master’s life finally snuffed out for good. As soon as that happened, all the way down in a different realm to the one she was occupying, everything passed back to how it had been before. The illness passed and she was back to just being tired and hungry and miserable. She buried her forehead in her hands and stared down so it appeared as if she was studying the information on werewolves and trying to stop herself from trembling. She’d never felt anything like that before, and still had no clue of the significance of it. What was that? What I just felt, what was it? she asked quickly, mental voice shaking in the way she was preventing her physical body from doing.
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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 Jul 7, 2008 17:55:36 GMT -5
Susan watched with some boredom as the rest of the students had filed into class. She offered friendly nods and smiles to those she recognized and remained quietly indifferent to the others with whom she had never interacted. As Professor Archer initiated the start of the class, Susan obediently retrieved her notes and text swiftly from her bag. She wasn’t particularly excited about class today, but continued to stay awake, knowing that Defense was probably the most important class at the moment.
Flipping to the assigned page, she found the beginning of the chapter on werewolves. She skimmed briefly over the small print before focusing on the diagram in the corner. She read the caption, and hoped someone else would supply the answer Professor Archer had asked for. Sure enough, she caught sight of D’rorah in the front row, raising her hand to be called on. Settling into her seat, Susan tilted her book to see better and began actually reading the text.
Susan didn’t notice at first when, next to her, Caitlin’s pen slipped under the desk. She continued reading as Caitlin reached beneath the wooden surface to retrieve the writing utensil. Only did she look up from her reading as Caitlin bumped her head, coming up to her natural seating position. Susan watched curiously as she paled considerably, looking desperately towards D’rorah.
She dismissed the sudden change in behavior at first and continued her reading, trying horribly to pay attention. Susan looked over again though when Caitlin placed her head in her hands, looking down at her book in a way that was so unlike Caitlin. Returning her book to its flat position on her desk, Susan touched her friend lightly on the shoulder. “Are you alright?” she whispered quietly, severely hoping nothing was wrong.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Jul 8, 2008 6:07:44 GMT -5
Waiting patiently for the faster readers of the class to finish, he saw the young Hufflepuff finally take a seat and noticed yet another enter the classroom; slightly disappointed in Cavan, he nodded slightly toward the boy as he offered an apology and replied as he took a seat near Tommy. “Five points, Mister Weiss, try not to make it a habit,” he said, making his voice only loud enough so that it would reach the first year.
From one late entrant to another, his eyes took their time in switching toward Mami and, taking the note and scanning it quickly, he nodded in a slightly more pleasant way toward the Ravenclaw than he had done to Cavan. “Thank you, Miss Tien, take a seat.” As he waited for the students to finish, his mind began to, most uncharacteristically, wander from the lesson. That was, until D’rorah raised her hand and interrupted, thankfully, the train of thought relating to his dreadful lack of successful relationships.
“Yes, Miss Philosophy?” he questioned, indicating toward her lightly and expecting no less from her than for her hand to be the first in the air. As he called on her, and before she could reply, he heard a slight knock resound in the classroom and his attention was caught by the Hufflepuff in the middle of the room. Watching as she settled her head into her hands, he frowned in a slightly concerned manner and raised his voice slightly. “Miss Collins, are you alright?” he asked, thinking perhaps she might not want to discuss it but then perhaps she did. “Do you need to go to the infirmary?” he added, allowing her the opportunity to escape the lesson if she so desired.
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Post by Michael-Thomas Homewood on Jul 8, 2008 7:46:56 GMT -5
"Five points, Mister Weiss, try not to make it a habit" heard Michael Professor Archer´s words. "Five points less, thank you, Cavan" he thought. "Now we must share our second place with Ravenclaw" This was a reason more to have a bad temper. This week seemed to be cursed, he already got frustrated.
After Prof. Archer finished the sentence, Michael raised his arm, totally unsure whether his answer ma be correct. As a muggle-borned he didn´t knew that werewolves exist a few minutes ago. But he got his typical ambition and he wanted to do everything to lead Hufflepuff to the House Cup, even whether it would be more clever to finish reading the text..... "Uhm, Professor Archer, I´m not sure, but are werewolves not more aggresive?? And as far as I know, they have got a tail and a nose which differs from the parts of normal canines...."
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 8, 2008 16:26:49 GMT -5
As D'rorah heard Professor Archer speak up in response to her raised hand, she felt a powerful thought aimed in her direction. Had it been said vocally, it would have been a scream loud enough to invoke a headache. For D'rorah, it needn't be vocal, she felt it echo through her all the same. Something was certainly wrong with Caitlin. D'rorah didn't waste time asking for permission, she assumed Caitlin's plea for help was enough permission for her to enter her mind to figure out what the problem was. As she did a sickening feeling developed in the pit of her stomach. She knew all too well what this feeling was that Caitlin was going through, having been through it three times already herself. Internally, D'rorah couldn't help but rejoice as she surmised that Gat Soldier was dying, perhaps on one of his ill-fated missions. It would be helpful for the Lightfighters... perhaps now they would find a new Elemental Master of Water who would be useful to them rather than an enemy and a nuisance.
As all these thoughts raced through her head, she was just about to speak, to answer the Professor's question, when he asked Caitlin if she needed to go to the infirmary. Almost simultaneously, she heard the voice of a young Hufflepuff student raise to answer the question himself. Had he been an older student, she would have looked over at him with an arched eyebrow. As it was, she simply shook her head slightly to herself.
Breathe deeply Miss Collins. You will be fine. She winced slightly as she felt the throbbings of a headache forming. And next time, please do not shout. She hoped Caitlin would see the wry humor in her "statement". She skipped a few beats, as though waiting to see if Caitlin would reply to the Professor's offer to head to the infirmary, before responding to his question. As she spoke, she allowed her hand to return to her desk.
"The werewolf, technically a human being suffering from lycanthropy, as Mister Homewood stated appears markedly different from other canines in the nose and tail. Werewolves also can be differentiated from other wolves in that they have a higher tendency of walking as bipeds and are much larger than typical wolves or canines. They are particularly fascinating in that werewolves are one of the only documented cases of recurring, forced transfiguration. The catalyst for this transfiguration is the moon; however scholars have been unable to determine exactly why the condition is related to moon cycles. At this time, we do not have a cure for lycanthropy, which is easily spread when a transformed werewolf bites a victim... that is, of course, assuming the victim survives the bite in the first place."
Now that she had managed to project some semblance of normalcy in answering the question after being called upon, she could more easily fill Caitlin in on just what had happened to her. The feeling you have experienced is that of your Elemental Master dying. Fortunately, the two of you have not joined, so there will be no deeper or more lasting effect than what you have already experienced. We will begin seeking your new Elemental Master immediately. You might wish to lie down after all if you are still feeling unwell.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jul 10, 2008 4:34:23 GMT -5
Caitlin gazed down at the pages in front of her, not reading any of it but instead trying to prevent herself from quivering while waiting for a reply from Dee. Beneath her hands, she could feel the icy clamminess of her forehead and closed her eyes, willing the headache she could feel coming to go away. She didn’t hear Cavan be berated by the Professor or the loss of five points from her house, nor his response to D’rorah’s hand being up to give an answer. Susan’s hand on her shoulder made Caity jump a little, having almost forgotten the Gryffindor was there. She didn’t reply verbally, instead nodding her head a little and keeping her eyes focused on the desk so she didn’t have to meet Susan’s eyes.
As he name was spoken though, she looked up to see Professor Archer looking at her in concern. “N-no, I’ll be okay,” she replied after a few seconds pause, almost completely keeping the tremor from her voice as she spoke and drawing her hands back down to the wooden surface of the desk. Apparently she looked more ill than she’d thought. But she needed to talk to D’rorah about this, and D’rorah would remain in this lesson. So she couldn’t leave, at least not yet.
Breathe deeply Miss Collins. You will be fine. And next time, please do not shout.
Even though she’d been expecting a reply, the voice in her head still made her clutch the side of the desk in surprise. Even with Mallan she’d never really gotten that used to it, and apart from Keaira the night of Dee’s rescue, she had had no mental conversations since before Mallan had departed to China. Still, she did as she was told and made an effort to calm her breathing, not noticing the wry humour and staring down at the textbook again. The reassurance that she would be fine was more reassuring coming from D’rorah than it might be from any of the other lightfighters, because as far as she knew, D’rorah was the one with the most knowledge. If she said it would be fine, then she must know what was wrong. Sorry... she apologised quickly, just before the Ravenclaw answered Professor Archer’s request for information. And... it’s Caitlin. Or Caity, or Cait. Not ‘Miss Collins’, she added. D’rorah’s formality was always a little uncomfortable for her, and in this instance she was uncomfortable enough without that being added to.
The feeling you have experienced is that of your Elemental Master dying. Fortunately, the two of you have not joined, so there will be no deeper or more lasting effect than what you have already experienced. We will begin seeking your new Elemental Master immediately. You might wish to lie down after all if you are still feeling unwell.
Caitlin’s eyes widened significantly at the news she had just been given and she let out a quiet gasp of surprise before she could halt herself. Gat was dead? But... he was only 16, only her age... H-he’s dead? She had felt shaken before, but this had doubled the feeling. How do you know? What happened? The emotionless, practical way Dee seemed to be taking this news was more than a little painful for Caity. She had still been holding onto the belief that Gat might be saved, might be brought over to the lightfighters’ side, if only someone took the effort to try. Had there not been enough death already? Mallan, Wysteria, now Gat... All teenagers, who shouldn’t have to be fighting this war in the first place. What being had decided to give all these great positions – Elemental Masters, Shadow Warriors – to people who were still in school? People who weren’t even legal adults yet, except maybe D’rorah.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Jul 14, 2008 6:19:56 GMT -5
His gaze remaining firmly on Caitlin as she attempted to regain her composure, his eyes still creased in concern, Alex nodded once as she replied, not fully believing that she would be alright as she stated. Choosing, instead of pursuing it at present, to move on and try to direct as much attention as possible away from the Hufflepuff. Wondering whether or not he should have a quiet word with her after class, he decided that perhaps she’d best be left alone. He didn’t know why she chose to remain in the lesson, either; perhaps she looked worse than she was.
Having called on D’rorah, the last thing he expected in reply was a male voice. Casting a stern eye to Michael, he allowed the boy to finish his sentence before berating him. “While you are correct, Mister Homewood, I would ask you to wait until being called upon before calling out in my class. Five points will be taken from Hufflepuff. Now, Miss Philosophy…” he added lightly, reverting his gaze back to the Ravenclaw Prefect. Smiling at her reply, he was glad that a percentage of his class tended to study. “Very good,” he said with a slightly brighter smile, dimmed only by the lingering thought of Caitlin’s wellbeing. “Five points to Ravenclaw!”
“As Miss Philosophy has said, the werewolf is unique in that it only exists for a few days a month – being a human for most days, the transformation of a lycanthropy-infected person occurs in sync with the full moon. I’d like you all to note down the differences between the were- and the typical wolf, please.” Waiting for the scratching of quills to cease, he started up once more. “Similar to vampires, werewolves can either turn a human or kill them, based on the bites given. Usually, however, a person is more likely to end up dead, with the reputations of any werewolves vicious enough to attack another human proceeding them. Many, being quite normal for most of each month, are extremely peaceable and respectable people, with anti-werewolf legislations crumbling gradually; this, however, is greatly hindered by the amount of werewolf kin choosing to feast on and turn others.”
“If you want to flick through to page one hundred and seventy eight, you’ll find the Homorphous Charm and its effects detailed. Typically a useful spell to use against an attacking werewolf, I would like you all to read through the section and then perform it onto… these.” Flicking his wand and jabbing it slightly, an action-figure sized werewolf appeared on each desk, bound tightly and unable to move. Each was perfectly identical, ready to have the spells performed upon them and growling angrily at the occupants of each seat. “When performed correctly, they should morph back into humans; however, I don’t quite expect any of you to accomplish that feat today. It takes months of hard practice to acquire the proper experience required, but I want you all to just perfect the wand motion and incantation.” Describing both on the board behind him, he let them all get on with it and watched closely, open for any questions or comments from the students.
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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 14, 2008 17:36:22 GMT -5
Kerridon waited patiently for the lesson to start, watching as other students filtered in. As instructed, he opened his textbook to the correct page and ran his eyes over the text printed there. He knew the answer to Professor Archer’s question, but kept his hand down for once. He didn’t feel like offering up information today; he could just sit at the back and stay quiet, jotting down notes. He knew plenty about werewolves already – there were some among Dark Phoenix’s followers, not to mention her shadows.
One person who did catch his attention when he entered the class was Mami – she was late, along with a first year Hufflepuff. He sent a smile in her direction as she approached him and sat down. What he wasn’t prepared for was the bandage on her face, which completely took him off guard. What happened...? he wondered, almost speaking aloud in his shock. Underneath the shock, but still clearly visible in his eyes to those who were aware of it, was anger. Who had done this to her? What had caused her to be hurt?
"Paradox-sama. Is this the correct page?"
He nodded mutely, worried to open his mouth in case a question came out that he didn’t want verbalised. She was good at not inquiring into his life, so he could do the same for her.
He watched as D’rorah put up her hand, as was expected in any class when a question was asked, but before she could answer another boy did it for her. But before that, there was the other disturbance from Caitlin Collins, who even from behind looked quite ill. He paid little attention to her plight, not aware that the cause was the death of someone he would very much like to kill himself. Had he known that fact, he might have been a little more interested – not to mention that it would have revealed Cait as a Shadow Warrior.
He flicked forward to the page instructed, skim-reading it and retrieving his wand from his robe pocket. Once again doing as he was told, he moved the wand in almost the right form – he was just missing the flourish at the end. Kerridon wasn’t really a great fan of flourishes; to him, they seemed to waste time and give away your intentions. It was just that some spells actually needed said flourishes to work properly, at least when you were first trying them. The wolf model in front of him changed, slowly. It still retained all its hair, but did gain some human features – for instance, a face. The half-wolf, half-man glowered at him, but was no longer growling.
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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 Aug 14, 2008 18:11:23 GMT -5
Tommy wasn’t expecting anyone to come sit next to him, so when Mike did, at rather a rushed pace, it took him by surprise. Not being too keen on surprises, it resulted in him leaning back a little. The anger on his face that Tommy was used to recognising made him all the more wary. “Tommy Bryce,” he replied softly, watching the other boy carefully. “I’m Gryffindor.”
The professor started the lesson soon after that, to his relief, and he read the pages instructed, looking up as two more students entered the room – one of them being Cavan. He smiled at the other boy who sat down beside him, a little more relaxed now, but looking up when he heard Caitlin be asked if she was okay. She looked terrible, he noted, guessing who ‘Miss Collins’ was by the direction Professor Archer was looking. It reminded him of a couple of times when he’d been denied food and was particularly low on sleep – usually because of injuries – but there seemed something worse wrong with her... something deeper than just hunger and sleep-deprivation, as if that wasn’t enough. His attention was drawn away from the older girl when D’rorah started speaking, and slowly he was drawn back into the lesson. She had said she didn’t need to go to the nurse, after all...
Drawing his wand, he focussed on the instructions they’d been given and attempted to turn the wolf human... it sounded difficult. Unsure of himself and his abilities, it showed in his spellwork. He did the wand motions and said the words mostly right, but his conviction that he wouldn’t be able to do it showed, and just as he’d predicted, the bound wolf made little more than a twitch before continuing its growling.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Aug 14, 2008 19:36:56 GMT -5
Noting D'rorah's was the first hand to be raised, he smiled to himself. Of course, hers was practically always the first in the air. Quite glad that the late entrant of his own house had a note and therefore avoided a loss of points, his mental tally of the House Points added things up and his eyes were clearly relatively happy with being second only to Gryffindor. House pride not being a particularly important thing to him, he found himself oddly happy that they were still in front of Slytherin. Knowing that Keaira was a member of said house improved his opinions of it slightly, but Gat seemed to be a slight downfall he had noted.
Finishing the reading quickly, but still after Dee, he jotted down his own notes on the matter, choosing not to take them directly from the other Ravenclaw Prefect's mouth. Assuming the dropping of a quill behind him was merely someone not watching closely enough as it rolled off their desk, he only turned his head when Professor Archer indicated Caitlin. Concerned, but not wanting to have absolutely everyone staring at her, he turned back to face the front; her head had been settled into her hands and she didn't look well at all. His eyebrows curving inwards slightly in worry, he wondered what was wrong with her. After everything that had occurred with Mallan, perhaps she just wasn't coping very well.
Hoping to perhaps catch up with her after class, he then decided against it. A horde of worried friends was probably the last thing she needed. As the small. immobile werewolf emerged onto his desk, he smiled at it; it was a neat little piece of spellwork. Reading over the spell requirements once more, he withdrew his wand and offered the necessary small twirl of his wand, followed by another, more intricate little twirl, and the incantation. The wereolf changed, but only in the way that it growled a whole lot more. A small grin on his features, he tried again, something not entirely correct about his wand movements. This was a fascinating little task...
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